have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
Was this death? It did not feel like death, but then she did not know what death felt like. She stared up at the clouds floating by, she felt nothing at all. Should you not feel death? Or was she dying? She could not remember, and she coughed. Her bones felt heavy in her body and she felt something wet spreading over her chest, it felt warm. She closed her eyes and drifted away.
A raven saw the fallen warrior and landed. The female warrior had fallen straight into the pit of, as the place where they used to dump bodies long ago, was called. The Raven felt sorry for the woman, she deserved better, a funeral, a life. The Raven considered this for a while and then flew away. The God of War had more important things to think about than resurrecting young women.
The young woman had felt the wings against her face. She was not yet gone, but now everything her turned darker and darker. She knew she was lost, she knew that this was the end. She did not want it to be the end, she longed to kiss her two children good bye and tell her how much she loved them. She wished the cold hold her husband one more time, but then he had fallen hours before in the mud. But she would see him again, in the after life. Her eyes still stared up into the sky and one would think she already was dead.
The screams had all died out. The battle was over, who had won and who had lost was not important. It was a battle that would play out time after time between two rival kingdoms. This time though, something more had been at stake.
“There she is!” A soldier shouted and soon someone slid down the little hill and stood by her side.
“Damn you!” Lord William spat in her face and held his sword close. All he had wanted was her, only her. But that damn woman had gone to war to fight against him and his claim. “You think you can escape me,” he muttered under his breath and swore some more.” I heard your daughter looks just like you.”
The raven was back and heard it all. He did not take kindly to words like that so he flew by and for a few seconds Mira had back some of her strength. Her eyes focused on the man beside her, she took her sword in an instance and gutted him like a fish. The last thing she ever saw was the surprise in his face as he fell down, dying next to her.
Yes I am back at this blog :) And this story sure played out a lot in thoughts but I got there at the end ;)